Page 27 of Serve (Men of Hidden Creek Season 1, #5)

Chapter Twenty-One

Tyler- London

“Andy wasn’t able to compete at his usual level, obviously. He’s a great guy, and I’m sure he’s going to win more slams.” Tyler said, answering the reporter's question, while complimenting his friend and opponent. Beating guys you liked was never easy, but it was part of the job.

“Tyler, congratulations on making it through to the quarterfinals for the first time. Odds are looking good that you’ll finally win the career grand slam.

How are you coping with the pressure?” A female reporter shouted above the others.

He’d refused to answer questions about Paris, beyond giving a bland statement claiming fatigue and dehydration was the culprit behind his collapse.

Questions about “pressure” rubbed him the wrong way.

“I’m taking it one match at a time. I can’t allow myself to look forward too much.

” Tyler answered, an edge to his usual smooth voice.

He hated the mandatory press conference after each match.

All players hated them, especially when they lost. Luckily for Tyler, his opponent had struggled to finish the match with a bum hip.

“What do you think of the next generation of players coming up?” Another voice called out. He couldn’t identify which reporter had asked the question, but decided to answer since it was a safe one.

“I think they’re doing great. I’m getting up there in years, and so are many of the other players.

Soon you’ll have a bunch of new guys to bother with these questions.

” His flippant answer didn’t go unnoticed.

A tense giggle traveled through the sea of reporters.

Tyler always did what was required with the press, but he wasn’t known for being open or friendly either.

The woman in charge of the press tent signaled him from the back of the hall to end the interview. Tyler sighed with relief, then stood.

“Thanks guys.” He walked off the stage, and immediately texted Chip.

Be there in a few

He paced the corridor outside the hall, waiting for his driver to pick him up.

He’d thought they could sneak out the back of the house and grab a curry somewhere, just the two of them, but then he remembered Dixie was going to be out with Emm and Tina for a few hours sightseeing.

Hmm, maybe they should take full advantage of this opportunity?

Yes, and a pit stop at the florist should be easy enough.

Bottle of wine, perhaps? He texted Chip again.

Wear something nice

like nothing at all (-:

Tyler’s rental was a charming brick house with white trim.

It was luxurious for its small size, and the landlords rented it out to athletes every summer.

They were used to the unique quirks of celebrities, like having security guards and delivery people around at all hours.

Usually there were a couple of reporters stationed out front to harass whoever was renting it out.

To his pleasant surprise the only person who greeted him on his arrival was a guard.

He let himself in the front door and walked through the downstairs, surprised Chip wasn’t waiting for him.

He had wanted to surprise him with the flowers.

He stood in the center of the dining room and listened to the silence, then heard soft music playing upstairs.

A smile spread across his face. He knew that music; it was one of those romantic stations Chip liked to play when they were alone.

Though his hands were full, he managed the stairs two at a time.

When he opened the bedroom door, his mouth watered at the sight of Chip, naked on the bed.

He lay on his stomach, his round, perky cheeks in the air, and a saucy grin on his face.

“Hi, Daddy.” He said, a teasing tone to his voice.

Tyler bit his lower lip, trying not to laugh. He didn’t find it funny, but whenever Chip said porn-like sentences, he wanted to giggle like a schoolboy. His proper upbringing had its drawbacks, usually at times like this.

“Hello, son.” Tyler did his best not to laugh, but a giggle escaped nonetheless. It was contagious, and seconds later Chip was laughing too.

Once their awkwardness subsided, Chip spoke, “Why are you standing in the doorway? C’mon, join me.”

Tyler smiled shyly, then whipped out the small bouquet of roses he’d been hiding in one hand. Chip’s face lit up.

“Oh my God, they’re beautiful.” He said.

Then, for the piece de resistance, he took his other hand out from behind him. In it was a small bouquet of wildflowers.

“Two bunches of flowers?” Chip asked, his face flushed.

“The roses are thorny, like me. The wildflowers are beautiful and sweet, like you.” Tyler blushed. He didn’t know why he was inspired today, but all he could think about was pleasing Chip. Even in the middle of his match, thoughts of Chip’s dimples threatened to derail his game.

“What brought this on?” Chip asked. “You’ve never been like this before.”

Tyler laid the flowers next to the bed, leaned down and gently kissed Chip on the lips.

“Just call me old-fashioned. Every once in a while my uptight Virginia upbringing shines through, and I give my best imitation of charming.” He kicked off his sneakers and pulled his shorts down, kicking them both across the room.

He pulled his shirt over his head, and felt Chip’s hands on his hips, pulling him forward.

The t-shirt flew across the room as he crashed onto the bed next to Chip, who’d turned over to reveal a raging hard-on.

“If I’d known I’d get this reaction, I’d have brought you flowers more often.

” He murmured, then nuzzled Chip’s neck.

His cock grew hard at the sight of his man.

Seconds later Chip was on top of him, grinding their cocks together while attacking his mouth with his lips.

Tyler stretched his arms around Chip and drew him into his chest, while he humped away at Tyler’s erection.

Soon they became lost in the sensations, their wood creating sparks that flew up and down their bodies.

Finally Tyler placed a hand on Chip’s muscular chest and pushed him back.

“Slow down or I’m going to pop now.” He gasped. “I’d like this to go on further, but just the sight of you makes me crazy.” He ran his fingers up and down Chip’s spine, lightly, and Chip shivered from the sensation, his cock pulsing against Tyler’s.

Chip took a few deep breaths, and looked deep into the dark eyes staring intently into his own. He stroked Tyler’s cheek with a feathered touch, then ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair.

“I love you, big man.” Chip whispered.

“I love you too.”

Tyler placed his hands around Chip’s neck and pulled him closer. For a moment, all he wanted was to feel Chip’s face next to his own, the warmth of his skin melting into his own skin, and for a few seconds he could imagine they were only one.

Tyler was overwhelmed with the urge to be inside him now, and couldn't hold back. He reached down and felt for Chip’s hole.

He rubbed it, Chip arching his back in response, then rubbed his cock against Tyler’s, sending electric jolts racing through his body.

Tyler placed his lips on the tender skin underneath Chip’s ear, kissing him with a fervor that elicited moans from deep within the younger man.

His moans vibrated through his neck, somehow making Tyler’s cock even harder than it was before.

He pushed it against Chip’s, and felt that familiar sensation building up inside.

His thoughts grew wild, and without thinking, he grasped Chip by his hips and pulled him down next to him.

He climbed on top of him, then noticed Chip’s eyes were wide open with a look of surprise.

“I’m sorry, babe, I hope I wasn’t too rough, I just needed to…” Tyler mumbled, then Chip placed his index finger over his lips.

“Shhh. You weren’t too rough. I loved it. You can manhandle me anytime you want.” Chip reached up and squeezed Tyler’s nipples.

“Damn it, boy. I wanted this to last, but I’m not sure I can.

You’re driving me crazy.” Tyler moaned. His hips began rutting against Chip, his hard cock wanting to be inside him, but Tyler was doing everything he could to prolong it.

He leaned down and kissed Chip on his full lips, hoping to slow down the heat building in his cock by warming up his heart with a kiss.

It only made his desire grow.

“Stop putting it off, Tyler. Fuck me, I can’t wait any more.

I need you inside me now.” Chip said, his body trembling with need.

Tyler took Chip’s cock in his hand, pulling on it slowly.

A glistening drop of pre-come glistened on the head.

He pulled Chip’s body down until his face was inches from it.

Tyler snaked out his tongue and licked the head, relishing Chip’s flavor.

Then he took the head of it inside his mouth, and Chip’s back arched with pleasure.

He relinquished the head, and licked under Chip’s balls, working his way toward his entrance.

His tongue worked its way down, then started lapping at his hole.

“Oh my God, Tyler, please.” Chip’s head moved back and forth, his eyes tightly shut, then he placed his hands in Tyler’s hair and pulled him up, not thinking of any pain he might be causing.

Tyler looked at his love, his face contorted with need, then scooted up on his knees and reached over to the nightstand for the lube and condoms. He dribbled the lube on his fingers, and worked it into Chip’s ass, then slathered the rest up and down his own length.

Tyler tore open the condom and unrolled it with a shaking hand.

He wanted Chip so bad his whole body trembled, and he placed a hand on the bed next to Chip to keep from toppling over.

Once he regained his balance, he rubbed the head of his cock against Chip’s entrance.

“You ready, because I can’t wait any longer, babe? This is all I’ve wanted since I woke up and saw the sun shining on your face next to mine.” Tyler said softly, shaking his head at the memory. Chip’s eyes snapped open, and he smiled.

“Seriously though, I really do love you. Now fuck me, please.”

Tyler laughed, amazed at how stupidly romantic he could sometimes be.

He pushed in the first inch, relishing the tightness of Chip’s walls.

Maybe he was a freak, unable to separate love and sex.

All he knew was sex with Chip was better than any of the anonymous one-night stands he’d had while on the road.

He couldn’t imagine going back to that life, so empty compared to it now.

Chip’s lower body was pushing down on him, swallowing his cock in his ass. Waking from his romantic thoughts, Tyler placed his hands on Chip’s shoulders, placed his lips next to his ear, and blew gently, while filling him completely.

“Oh yes, yes, this is what I want.” He murmured in Chip’s ear. He pulled himself up, took one of Chip’s nipples between his fingers and gently applied pressure while pulling his cock almost all the way out, then slamming it back inside.

Tyler took Chip’s legs and placed them on his shoulders, so he could go even deeper inside him.

Moments later he felt Chip’s muscles contracting around his cock.

He stopped moving, again hoping to prolong the act.

Chip opened his eyes and gave him a pleading look that said, “Please, stop teasing me.” Tyler began thrusting inside him, building up the pace until all he could feel was the tightness of Chip’s ass around his cock.

“Oh, babe, I’m not gonna last much longer.

” He said between thrusts. That full feeling was building deep within his balls, and seconds later, without a word spoken, Chip’s cock exploded, his come shooting across his stomach and chest. Chip’s mouth opened, but no words were said, only guttural sounds that pierced the animal part of Tyler’s brain.

Hearing Chip’s pleasure, and feeling his ass working his length sent Tyler over the edge.

From the base of his feet he felt sparks as he emptied into his man.

It worked upward, intense sensations emanating from the base of his dick, with little explosions of light bursting behind his closed eyelids.

Tyler shook uncontrollably, barely holding himself up as his orgasm worked its way through him.

Seconds later his hands gave up the fight, and he collapsed on top of Chip, their sweaty bodies heaving from their exertions.

“I love you.” Tyler said in a whispered voice, then he rolled off his man and fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Tyler’s eyes fluttered open an hour later.

Chip wasn’t there, so he leaned over the side of the bed and looked for his shorts, which held his phone.

He didn’t want to destroy the romantic atmosphere that hung languidly over the bedroom by checking the phone in front of Chip.

He almost fell off the bed, but finally managed to get his fingers on his shorts.

He fished his phone out of the pocket and saw the little green light flashing.

DON'T FORGET I STILL HAVE THE PICS

His stomach shot into his throat.

He knew who had sent the message without checking.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Chip stood at the door with a vase in each hand, one with the roses, and the other wildflowers. “Who’s on the phone?”

“Nothing. It’s not important.” Tyler said. He slipped the phone back in the pocket, letting the shorts fall to the floor. One look at the beautiful man standing in the doorway made up his mind about what he had to do.